Jia Sidao's voice transmission was far from that simple.
Using the sword intent he possessed from the Sword Spirit, he turned the illusion trial the Sword Spirit had used on him onto Ye Yunzhou.
Naturally, its effect was far inferior to when the Sword Spirit used it.
Yet somehow, Ye Yunzhou found himself able to take Jia Sidao's lectures to heart.
Previously, seeing him so despondent, Imperial Father had sent people to counsel him more than once.
But neither great Confucian scholars nor anyone else had managed to change Ye Yunzhou's mind.
And yet, faced with this old Daoist he had met for the first time, Ye Yunzhou instead trusted him completely.
Under the other man's guidance, he took the initiative to relax his sea of consciousness and open the world within his heart.
"Ye Yunzhou, you are destined to become Emperor one day and rule over all beneath heaven."
"Can one person's love truly outweigh everything!?"
"Look! What stands before you!!!"
A deafening voice rang out over the lake of his heart.
Ye Yunzhou opened his eyes and saw the countless citizens of Great Sui.
"The bright moon in the heavens has remained unchanged since ancient times. Where there are victors, there are losers; it is merely a new emperor replacing an old dynasty.
"The cultivators in the mountains see all living beings as ants. The heroic feats of saving the world may be recorded in the history books, but who truly cares about what happens to ordinary common folk?
"Ye Yunzhou, do you want to be an emperor who ushers in peace for ten thousand generations, or a mediocre man trapped by love?"
"I... I..."
As Ye Yunzhou stared at everything before him, it was as though he had already forgotten that he was within the heart-lake illusion.